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About Odesa

So, prostitutes—man, they’re hustlin’ harder than me at 3 a.m. with a sourdough starter. I’m over here, flour up to my elbows, and they’re out there, dodgin’ cops, weirdos, and STDs. Respect, honestly. Little known fact—back in the 1800s, some brothels had secret tunnels. Like, escape routes for when the law came knockin’. Wild, right? Reminds me of Jesse James hidin’ from his own shadow. “He’s got the smell of a coward,” Ford’d say—ha, not these gals. They’re ballsy.

Opening the Door to Stavisht

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So, I’m sippin’ my tea, and my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Vasyl. He’s like, “Yo, you see the game last night?” I’m like, “Dude, I was busy.” Busy losing money on bets, that’s what! Anyway, he tells me about this crazy last-minute goal. I’m fuming! I had money on the other team. Classic Stavyshche luck, right?

"Before the Bolshevik coup, relations between Jews and Ukrainians were very warm," says the translator of the "Stawiszcze Memorial Book"